I tripped on mushrooms for half a weekAnd it all came down toMe on the futonAsking myself how you could have run away from meHow could you run away from me?How could that precious feeling have run away from me?

I took the F-train to the G-trainAnd the G-train to the L-trainAnd riding through the ReconstructionThere was nothing I could care about butHow you could have run away from me

Driving 90 on the bqeAnd From bqe to fdrAnd back to brooklyn againFrom the place where they workTo the place where I liveBack and forth on the bridgeThere was nothing in my head butWhen and how you could have run away from me